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Amorphis lyrics

Grails Mysteries

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================ (lyrics music: E. Holopainen) I shall have a son, out of Cornwall shall he come, that shall be a wild boar, bristled with steel... he shall be a man most brave and noble in thought Thou shall kneel for him, for every man shall humble in front of our lord I stood upon the sand of the sea and the great wind told me to carry on He shall once know the secret of Holy Grail And so was the coronation made And there was he, sworn unto his lords and the commons to be true king

They Got The Word

Mississippi Mass Choir
They got the word (they got the word) They got the word (they got the word) Oh I'll (be at the great coronation) It's gonna be held (in the middle of the air) They got the word (they got the word) I say yes to Jesus (they got the word That I'll meet them in that city (built four square) There's a great coronation coming up Filled with joy and gladness There are special guest attending It will be all the children of the Lord I've got a standing invitation With all the Saints from every nation We'll be there (be there, be there, be there, be there) Be there when they (crown him lord of Lords) We are our Father's Children One, united, in God, Jesus Christ We are on our way to that great coronation Where we'll (crown Him Lord of Lords) Wait til I get there, wait til I get there Wait til I get there, wait til I get there Wait til I get there, wait til I get there Curtains fall Roll is called World of sin Marching in Crown him, crown him, crown him, crown him Be there when they (crown him Lord of Lords) Good time have a good time (etc.)


Verse 1: Great is the Lord God almighty great is the Lord on high The train of His robe fills the temple and we cry out highest praise Pre-Chorus: Glory to the risen king glory to the Son glorious Son Chorus: Lift up your hands open the doors let the king of glory come in and forever be our God Verse 2: Holy is the Lord God almighty holy is the Lord on high let all the earth bow before you and crown You Lord of all

You Say That The Battle Is Over

JOHN DENVER "Autograph"
(Mallet) And you say that the battle is over, and you say that the war is all done. Go tell it to those with the wind in their nose who run from the sound of the gun. And write it on the sides of the great whaling-ships, or on ice floes where conscience is tossed. With the wild in their eyes, it is they who must die, and it's we who must measure the loss. And you say that the battle is over, and finally the world is at peace. You mean no one is dying, and mothers don't weep, or it's not in the papers, at least. There are those who would deal in the darkness of life, there are those who would tear down the sun. And most men are ruthless, but some will still weep when the gifts we were given are gone. Now the blame cannot fall on the heads of a few, it's become such a part of the race. It's eternally tragic when that which is magic be killed at the end of the glorious chase. From young seals to great whales, from waters to wood, they will fall just like weeds in the wind. With fur coats and perfumes and trophies on walls, what a hell of a race to call men. And you say that the battle is over, and you say that the war is all done. Go tell it to those with the wind in their nose who run from the sound of the gun. And write it on the sides of the great whaling-ships, or on ice floes where conscience is tossed. With the wild in their eyes, it is they who must die, and it's we who must measure the loss. With the wild in their eyes, it is they who must die, and it's we who must measure the loss.

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METHOD MAN "Tical 2000 Judgementday"
[ 60 Second Assassin ] I traveled so far Im chewin niggas lyrics for a Mars bar New era, bust em like reign terror So highly Mecca Nas a nigga died and measured The inevitable, beyond the ever so, this deadly technical Scribes get revised in the time before celestial No being or lyric ever hit precise, double sight Take light, through the crypts at night Spark pathetic brains and meteorite Seven heaven verses the seven wonder, lyrics of thunder As lightning strikes snakes out from under Cloudy men drips, sinks Niles of fine mist Worries startin to give, land for the tales out the crypt Of the dark, dead senses, gods of heavenly business Count Dracula told me how to find the eclipse I leave your lip stitched Cause you couldnt mind your business But when it came to this rap, You shouldve vacated the premises Make way for a chilla, guerilla, down low killa Get loopbtin civil, next up [ Prodigal Sunn ] Yo I believe thats me [ Trebag ] Aiyyo P get on the mic for the NYC [ Prodigal Sunn ] P attack you from the metronome Catch you in your groove home alone Blowin wit the chrome, nigga Im blowin to the bone My title be known, cannibal, dynamical maestro Sparked and fully hydroed my team of psychos Sell it higher than the Eifel Towers Seconds minutes led the hour, wein the power Spittin bibles, the sunshower, the wise out on the scene They think we forget the dream My aura sheens like morphine in your veins Pastors saying can you and your crew, oooh stand the rain Many men possess the gin in the jungle of sin Deeper than, Sunn chosen others frozen From the explosion, my opposition Protect my team of demolitions, full competition Keep em drinkin Benjin Like some chicken heads on the ground Bite the trey pound for foes that wanna get down Me and my clique sharpen the sound Infiltrate the town town town [ Trebag ] Next up [ Hell Razah ] Yo I believe thats me [ Trebag ] Aiyyo Razah get on the mic for the NYC [ Hell Razah ] If I could chew glass to this, true master shit check it Hell Razah raise from the dead black Lazaris Hittin ass to this on King Sols mattresses Bust your gat to this, make sure you hold it accurate John the Baptist this dip you wit the fish Aladdin out the genie lamp grant you on your wish Trapped in the studio booth and told the truth You better try a video shoot or get the boot From BK to Beirut we shuttin down groups Gatherin the loot while you mackin in a chicken coop Duck duck goose tie him in a noose Whats the use of havin your troops if you dont put them to use Yall rappers couldnt blow if a windy storm produce And sung a kiddie song and wore a Power Ranger suit Salute the first fruit, King David birth root Play the earths flute just before I execute Next up [ Method Man ] Yo I believe thats me [ Hell Razah ] Aiyyo Meth lock it down like LAPD [ Method Man ] While you proceed to cut the mustard, I cut the cheese Mr. Freeze givin cold shoulders to mcs The sickest of disease Johnny Blaze at three hundred and sixty degrees My PLO stees is from here to overseas Guerillas in the mist swingin from the highest trees Bombin enemies See me in the global war being all that I can be Camoflauge fatigue, hard headed major league Got em under seige your battleship in sinkin 20,000 leagues beneath sea level Adjust the trebel on that thang thang got your shovel Can you dig it Keep talkin bout it while we live it All day, every days a Billie Holiday Lady sings the blues get the street news by the way Have you heard crime pay Hit your block like that lava that burnt Pompei, mega hot In the melting pot, felt the shot around the world We unstoppable like Juggernaut baby girl Armed and dangerous treat militia, Ill make you famous Camoradiated verbal going through changes

R.A.P. Music

[Intro:] I've never really had a religious experience, in a religious place. Closest I've ever come to seeing or feeling God is listening to rap music. Rap music is my religion. Amen [Verse 1:] What I say might save a life, what I speak might save the street I ain't got no instruments, but I got my hands and feet Hands gone clap and feet gone tap, El-P beats to make that snap And I ride them with my raps, and they all tight as my naps And my naps is all I got, and this beautiful ebony skin And the music in my heart, and the words put in the wind And the words put in the wind, coming back like a boomerang When I take this microphone, point it at the crowd, they start to sing [Hook: x2] This is jazz, this is funk, this is soul, this is gospel This is sanctified sex, this is player pentecostal This is church; front, pew, amen, pulpit What my people need and the opposite of bullshit [Verse 2:] It's that Robert Johnson, that Muddy Waters, that James Brown, Augusta, GA That Ray Charles, that Stevie Wonder, that Mayfield, that Superfly That Willie Hutch and that Mack, it's that blues man, that soul man That OutKast, that Southernplayalisticadillac It's that Jimi Hendrix, that George Clinton, I feel it in my bones Aretha Franklin, that Shirley Caesar, that Miss Nina Simone That Sade, that Love is King, that Coltrane, that Love Supreme That Miles Davis, that Bitches Brew, that "beeeyatch" said by Playboy Too [Hook x2] [Verse 3:] I got things to do, before I meet that glory in the sky And my baby girl b-day be six months away, she gonna be five So I pray to the lord he spare me, and I make it by and by And I help souls stay out of Hell with what I testify And maybe when I grab the microphone and never lie That'll merit that he spare me, I won't have to feel that fire So Killa Kill gonna spit that real on each and every song And each and every poem, until the good lord call me home, gone! [Hook]

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